#lingnice

[bekkomi]

I did another part because I'm insane, and I love this show a lot

Last part of this AU thing

[luciuskofi]

“I came back, perfectly. Are you surprised?”

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Reze eye twitch trend~

I havent been posting here oml, I’m going to post all my backlogs soon 💕😥 i’ve been more active in the bird app sadly

[lol-draws]

CSM redraw trend from twitter!

Individual images

[skoofie]

Day 12 for the 12 Days of Nicest!

I totally forgot to post this here too!

Happy holidays! Theyre decorating a tree for you! (Nice did most of it, unfair cus he can fly)

Go check out everyone's works!

[nicest-events]

Presenting: The Nicest Week 2025 prompt list!

Some additional details:

first off, thank you so much to em (@lol-draws) for the incredible chibi Nice and Lin Ling in hanfu. as always, I'm blown away by your art, and I am forever grateful you were so willing to help with this event.

second, prompts are being posted early (the event itself is still in Oct. and art/fics should be posted accordingly) in order to give everyone a chance to prep, however much they need or want to

third, the prompts are here to serve as inspiration. you can choose to do as many or as few as you'd like, and you DO NOT have to use every prompt for each day

lastly, these do not have to be polished, perfect pieces, art or fic (or crafts, if that's more your thing!). it can be a quick sketch or doodle, a 100 word drabble, two blobs of clay that remind you of Nice or Lin Ling. please have fun and don't stress about this event!

[kingofanemptyworld]

have you guys seen this trend on Twitter?

anyway I wrote a lil something for it. ft. masochist-coded Lin Ling and a Nice who has know idea what tf is going on

Nice’s hand comes up before he even registers the desire to move.

Up, out — a clean arc cut short with a deafening crack of skin on skin.

It’s not the movement he feels. It’s the white-hot sensation of his palm on Lin Ling’s cheek. It’s the slight hook of his fingertips around Lin Ling’s jaw. It’s the twinge of pain in his neck, a phantom echo that originates from the way Lin Ling’s head snaps around.

Lin Ling’s eyes are wide, startled. His mouth hangs open on an aborted word. There’s red painted across his cheek already, so much like a teasing blush — but as it deepens, as it grows, there’s the imprint of Nice’s hand. Full force; full contact. Five fingers and palm, down to the heel of it.

Nice thinks he might be sick.

He watches as Lin Ling’s eyes dart to the corners, watching Nice. Lin Ling’s tongue probes at tender flesh, assessing.

Nice can’t breathe. Can’t move. Can’t think. Why did he do that? Why would he— He’s been on the receiving end of a hit like that too many times to even count, fuck, fuck, he’s never wanted to hurt someone like that, not ever, not even—

He’s still watching Lin Ling — couldn’t look away if he tried, because it’s like a car crash, like an open-casket funeral for the only stable relationship he has left — so he sees it. The slight curve of Lin Ling’s mouth. The subtle narrowing of his eyes. The faint bloom of red across his nose, his unmarked cheek.

Lin Ling notices, of course. Nice's rapt attention, his fixation.

Lin Ling smiles. A slash of white across his flushed face — and there’s blood on those pretty teeth of his, blood that Lin Ling’s tongue doesn’t hesitate to swipe away.

It says: you idiot. It says: so that’s how it is. It says: that all you got?

It says what his eyes say. What the tilt of his chin says. What the line of his bare throat says.

Come here, like he’s stretched out across their bed, sheets rucked up around his waist, like he’s holding out both hands for Nice, like he’s getting impatient. Come here and let me return the favor.

[bottomniceweek]

✨INTEREST CHECK✨

Hey, you!

Do you enjoy men being all submissive and breedable? Do you also happen to love Nice and putting him in situations? 🫣

This one is for you!✨

The interest check for Bottom Nice Week is now live!

🔗Link To Form🔗

[joeys-piano]

June 2026 Fics

Per usual, I primarily wrote for TBHX. Not per usual, I posted for a wider variety of pairings and situations where writing those pairings made my heart skip a beat 💜

The Ocean of Hands and Teeth | Wrice, NiceWreck | Mature | 1.6k

He’d promise nothing if not his heart, if not obsession, if not his mouth, for a chance with him. For a life with him. For the memories, for the grave, if he could latch himself to his body like an angler to his mate. And that was the only thing he demanded while he pulled him back by his teeth, while he dragged Wreck from the doorway just to shut the door to make him drenched. And all fancy words and the praises just to drown the man on the floor. He would joke around that a real one was as pleasurable if he wanted.

I’m More Of A Visual Kind Of Learner If You Need Me For My Hands | Nicest, LingNice | Teen | 5.1k

Nice—accidentally—breaks his right thumb while trying to impress Com with his skills. What he doesn’t know is that’s exactly how he stole the man’s coveted heart. LingNice 2026 Bingo: Age Gap

These Hands of Mine Aren’t The Reason You’ll Be Crawling Out From My Mouth | ShengLing, CommonHealer | Mature | 3.4k

Weeks after he disappeared from the public’s eye without a sound, The Commoner wakes up to an angel—or a fallen one—in his mouth. Or that’s the gist of it when he’s keening. Or that’s the gist of it when he’s mauled. Or that’s reality when the blow flies make it of out here from his lungs. And there might be hundreds in his heart too and his organs underneath, like the grains of sand for a timer—for a bell toll—for his soul. But no one snatches him but these teeth. But no one snatches him but this mouth. But no one squeezes him until he’s bleeding, until his blood says he’s alive. And there might be more to it than he notices when he peers up at those eyes. There might be none of it when he hitches, when he blurts out, demanding more. Yet these soft sounds are for no one but the blow flies in the air. And the angel too. Or the devil. Or the former X, Ah Sheng.

You Remind Me What It Feels Like To Have A Dead Bird In My Mouth | QueenBowa | Mature | 2.1k

When Liu Yuwei has her period her embarrassment is on the roof, but there’s nothing horrible about it happening while she’s fisted in these sheets. And Bowa promises with all her heart, with all her mouth too, with all her wrist, while the three of these almost battle for the first drop in those hairs.

With The Stars Above Us And The Earth Below | Nicest, NiceLing | General | 1.8k

On the first night of a Commission-sponsored camping trip to inspire the future heroes of tomorrow, The Commoner burns himself three times when he’s telling a story around the fire. The first time’s above the fire. The second time’s with a s’more. And then the third time’s incognito when he’s marked up like a lover.

Contorted Prophet | Nicest, NiceLing | Teen | 5.6k

For the God of Victory has no impetus for a disciple who doesn’t kill. Victory—by its very nature—requires someone to take the fall. And these traitors, these men and women, these familiar faces, these friends, have made their own choice for discipleship. And their fallen blood shall be payment. Yet that is victory for Chancellor Shang. That is victory amongst the rest. That is victory to tip a nation, to have it spiraling until it’s hell. And it’s not a deity’s—if it matters, if there are real ones upon the earth. But if actual ones did exist, why should false gods have a throne.

Hallowed Be Thy Tongue | Nicest, NiceLing | Mature | 20k

“In the name of the Father. Of the Son. Of the Holy Spirit. Amen. Bless me—Father…” And then he pauses. He rolls the dagger point beneath a thumb. It wouldn’t take much for him to bleed. He strokes the tip again. He saunters on. And there’re the rough scales—and the jagged ones—at the base of this when he strolls. He works the rest of the tail like a rosary. He doesn’t pray yet. Yet he could. “Bless me. Father Nice. I’ve come before you, for I have sinned. My last confession was on Wednesday. My human nature makes me rot. I pray the parts of me that are dying shall be brought back by His love.” Nice is smart enough not to comment what he thought he heard—out of that mouth. Yet it might be obvious by his tail. It surges much more to snare a wrist. And an arm—too. And an elbow. And a shoulder. And near a cheek. And the tip of it wants an answer: it taps the right side of Lin Ling’s mouth, it taps the left side like a finger, it slides back again for the right. And the tip is hot. But he’s hotter. Every breath of his is like a flame. And like a dazzled moth Nice is weak. And his dirty mouth has him rapt.

By The Time You Find Me There’ll Be Nothing—But Your Initials On My Tongue | Mature | 2.6k

Lin Ling’s waist-deep in the universe occupying Nice’s body. But it’s hard for Nice to really focus. He thinks the worship is undeserved. LingNice 2026 Bingo: Body Worship

The Last Time You Had To Finger Me There Was No Room For Even God | Wrice, NiceWreck | Mature | 3k

While trying to throw up all the alcohol he couldn’t stomach down at the club, Wreck’s pretty sure the only deity he believes in must be Nice.